Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.